So jet-lagged were a few Indian players on arrival that some spent the first few
days in Melbourne sleeping. It helped that the warm-up match against Victoria was
rained off, allowing them a longer rest. And if they were still struggling,
there was always Boxing Day, a bank holiday. India normally spend the first day of
an away series sleeping and by lunch today they were sleepwalking. What followed
was pleasantly shocking and not Indian cricket as we've come to know it.
Nobody should have been surprised at the opening. Once the toss and national anthems
were done, the scorers might as well have given Australia a head-start before the
first ball. There was a buzz around the ground but India were taking their time. In
the tenth over of the day, RP Singh, just crunched past point for four, was asking
for another slip. But he seemed the only one awake at the time; Phil Jaques promptly
edged the next one through the vacant fourth-slip region.
At lunch today, Anil Kumble might have been wishing he'd won the toss but there was some comfort in the logic that it's better to slip up on the field rather than
collapse with the bat. Also, he could always bring himself on, peg away and
irritate. He had his googlies, toppies, and legbreaks to bank on. More importantly,
he had been in this position all his life.
India returned from lunch revived - fittingly, given that their countrymen were waking up back home. Kumble set the alarm bells ringing with a fizzing googly past Jaques
before Zaheer Khan, slicing through Ricky Ponting's defences, showed he was wide
awake as well. Kumble then accounted for Mike Hussey with another googly, probably
his best ball of the day. The ground was buzzing. Yuvraj Singh was bouncing up and
down at point. India had finally arrived, not only in body but also in mind.
Australia had dealt the early blow, India were unleashing a counter-punch.
RP Singh wasn't to be left behind. He had missed the previous series against
Pakistan and started shakily here but he cranked it up a notch. "Drink, drive,
bloody idiot," said a hoarding on the boundary. Michael Clarke couldn't be
accused on the first count but he tried to drive a wide one at a wrong time and
edged to slip. VVS Laxman's eyes lit up and, crouching low, he snapped up a beauty. This
was the sort of cricket India usually play on the second day of the series, fighting
back gallantly after being down. Instead they had turned their body clocks a good
day ahead. What a difference five-and-a-half hours makes.
It wasn't naked aggression that won India the day (that was left to the two
streakers who interrupted the show towards the end) but a controlled, planned,
thought-filled approach. Put a short midwicket in for Andrew Symonds, who was
swishing wildly, and you had a wicket. Slip in a googly to Adam Gilchrist and you
had a wild hoick - a shot that was as ugly as the word itself. India will be
thrilled that they've got rid of the first-day blues. There's little more they could
have done to earn a wonderful night's sleep.